The Truth
N15
GENRE
[Intro]
Ghosty
[Verse 1: K1]
Said I'm feeling old school
Get round there on my pedal bike
And I'm tapped like Sideshow Bob
It was me and my ZK knife
Three in the back and two in the front
I'm in the Aves tryna juice mans knife
Skengs, skengs get beat like Alesha
So you better just run for your life
I hope man don't hop that fence
I'm tryna leave T-shirts red
Slap that corn, aim straight for your head
Don't move right, you will get left
Like Cupid, aim for your chest
I'm tryna put man in my fucking spliff
Yep, all of their friends are dead
Lampa, Lampa, get put in my benz
And ever since your boss got shot
Who have you fucking dropped?
I wait ten minutes, like take that loss
I swear K1 got put in a coffin
And Wavey got his head back boxed
Line man up for a couple crops
Stop, stop
I'm in the bando, just chopping up rocks
Donny's just chilling with God
Three of them are chilling in pots
And my rambo's comin' like frost
Stutter, man, while I hear him cough
Donny's just chilling with God
Three of them are chilling in pots
And this bitch just does her job
I like how she gets all the paigon drops
[Verse 2: Lil'S15]
Lil S
Ching, ching, 15 step through
Me, K1, Lil' Creepy too
Tools in the back with the handy crew
Barbies dash off and leave their-
Barbies dash off and leave their boo
Shoots a cold, please don't catch that flu
Shotgun bow, my hair 'hatchoo!'
Shotgun bow, my hair 'hatchoo!'
And if I ever dash, I'm coming back slapping
And I got my shank on my side, I'm patterned
With the G's in the back, one tap it
Wait, feds just passed, don't tap it
And Tappa' so eager to splash it
If he catch up, you know you're spazzing
If he catch up, you know you're spazzing
Hospital bed, that shit was tragic
Hospital bed, that shit was tragic
Got my rambo, no, I'm not lacking
Camz got bored and sang, what happened?
Mizzy switched sides, oh no, can't hack it
Lil S, I'm a fucking savage
Dice my man like a bunch of cabbage
You might like veg' but it's me, I'm shanking
I wanna see blood pour out like fountains
[Verse 3: Smoke SZN]
My chest feelin' weak from all this Lampz
I leave your chest open, no bants
Woods' come dead like their friends
Told them to come outside, no K Money
This barbie sweet to fuck, she's golden like honey
I'm in love with making money
I got a sweet French, no Bunny
When she come England, she love tek body
I could never leave my buddy
Shave man down, leave your life just like a dummy
Rambo cut out your chest and tummy
It's fucked but I find that funny
I'm not from 410 but I'm 2Bunny
If I back this sword, I guarantee they run from me
With my zombie killer, treat man like zombies
Trapped in the trap, got my armpits green
Greedy addiction for the fiend
Everywhere I go, got my thing on me
Like my big ramzy tucked into my jeans
BA's not nice, he's mean
It's GBH if you fuck with my team
Slap the .44's at shh
Never would've missed if the wap had a beam
Look, shh had good reflexes
Got mans GM's sending me texts
Got another bad B all over me
But I jeet with no love, now I'm not interested
Just touched road from Pents'
Got locked up again, had my marj stressing, screaming
15'K? Get wise, jump out
No messin', switch up, start cheffin'
Ghosty
[Verse 1: K1]
Said I'm feeling old school
Get round there on my pedal bike
And I'm tapped like Sideshow Bob
It was me and my ZK knife
Three in the back and two in the front
I'm in the Aves tryna juice mans knife
Skengs, skengs get beat like Alesha
So you better just run for your life
I hope man don't hop that fence
I'm tryna leave T-shirts red
Slap that corn, aim straight for your head
Don't move right, you will get left
Like Cupid, aim for your chest
I'm tryna put man in my fucking spliff
Yep, all of their friends are dead
Lampa, Lampa, get put in my benz
And ever since your boss got shot
Who have you fucking dropped?
I wait ten minutes, like take that loss
I swear K1 got put in a coffin
And Wavey got his head back boxed
Line man up for a couple crops
Stop, stop
I'm in the bando, just chopping up rocks
Donny's just chilling with God
Three of them are chilling in pots
And my rambo's comin' like frost
Stutter, man, while I hear him cough
Donny's just chilling with God
Three of them are chilling in pots
And this bitch just does her job
I like how she gets all the paigon drops
[Verse 2: Lil'S15]
Lil S
Ching, ching, 15 step through
Me, K1, Lil' Creepy too
Tools in the back with the handy crew
Barbies dash off and leave their-
Barbies dash off and leave their boo
Shoots a cold, please don't catch that flu
Shotgun bow, my hair 'hatchoo!'
Shotgun bow, my hair 'hatchoo!'
And if I ever dash, I'm coming back slapping
And I got my shank on my side, I'm patterned
With the G's in the back, one tap it
Wait, feds just passed, don't tap it
And Tappa' so eager to splash it
If he catch up, you know you're spazzing
If he catch up, you know you're spazzing
Hospital bed, that shit was tragic
Hospital bed, that shit was tragic
Got my rambo, no, I'm not lacking
Camz got bored and sang, what happened?
Mizzy switched sides, oh no, can't hack it
Lil S, I'm a fucking savage
Dice my man like a bunch of cabbage
You might like veg' but it's me, I'm shanking
I wanna see blood pour out like fountains
[Verse 3: Smoke SZN]
My chest feelin' weak from all this Lampz
I leave your chest open, no bants
Woods' come dead like their friends
Told them to come outside, no K Money
This barbie sweet to fuck, she's golden like honey
I'm in love with making money
I got a sweet French, no Bunny
When she come England, she love tek body
I could never leave my buddy
Shave man down, leave your life just like a dummy
Rambo cut out your chest and tummy
It's fucked but I find that funny
I'm not from 410 but I'm 2Bunny
If I back this sword, I guarantee they run from me
With my zombie killer, treat man like zombies
Trapped in the trap, got my armpits green
Greedy addiction for the fiend
Everywhere I go, got my thing on me
Like my big ramzy tucked into my jeans
BA's not nice, he's mean
It's GBH if you fuck with my team
Slap the .44's at shh
Never would've missed if the wap had a beam
Look, shh had good reflexes
Got mans GM's sending me texts
Got another bad B all over me
But I jeet with no love, now I'm not interested
Just touched road from Pents'
Got locked up again, had my marj stressing, screaming
15'K? Get wise, jump out
No messin', switch up, start cheffin'
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